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gallusrostromegalus · 11 months

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I'd been meaning to ask about if Hanatarou had any role in AEIWAM, because I'm an incurable minor character lover and still apparently very fond of him even though it's been upwards of a decade since my Bleach fixation. And then I see you mentioned him in a post and I am activated! I'd love to hear more about him in AEIWAM if you want to share 👀

One afternoon, Retsu Unohana noticed a strange ant crossing her desk.

It was a slow afternoon- the calm before the return of the 11th division from New Recruit Boot Camp and the annual 4th division game of "Match the limbs!" began.

She sat up and leaned in to examine the ant- the 4th division is kept PRISTINE by no small dint of effort and interlopers are Most Unwelcome. This foreign contaminant was rather puzzling, however. It appeared to be a Highly Carnivorous Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ant, somewhat famous for not living anywhere but Izumo Island.

"What are you doing in my office?" She interrogated the Ant. She may have been engaged in some light chemical alteration to deal with the frustration of having her favorite stress-reliever out of town while he was running New Recruit Boot Camp.

The ant, being an ant, failed to respond, save to wave it's little antennae and continuing on it's search for fleshmeats to bring back to the colony.

...Return to the colony... Retsu considered, and a flash of inspiration struck. Very carefully, she extracted a small slice of hot dog from the commisary's wednesday lunch of "Beanie Weenies" and places it in the ant's path. As she had hoped, the ant located the hot dog piece by the subtle sensory method of walking into it face-first, examined it to determine it's acceptability as a food source, and then hefted the hot dog slice over it's head, and made an about-face, returning from whence it came.

Grabbing a laser pointer, Retsu followed.

Seeing the captain slowly walking up the hall, hunched over and watching something with intent was hardly the strangest thing to happen in the fourth, and being told "Move aside, I'm tracking a problem" while she drew a laser-light circle around the insect in question was downright understandable, and so she was left to stalk in peace.

Eventually, the ant disappeared under the door of a Broom closet. It was a Perfectly Ordinary Broom closet, just off the Neonatal wing, and utterly unremarkable, save for the handwritten sign on the door:

"DANGER! VENOMOUS ANIMALS! KEEP OUT!!"

The sign was illustrated with remarkably good drawings of snakes, spiders and wasps.

"Hm." Said Restu, considering the closet's proximity to the Seireitei's tiniest and most helpless infants. "Not Ideal."

Carefully, she tried the door.

It was locked, at least.

Slightly less carefully, she rattled the knob until the ancient pin-tumbler inside rattled open, and then she more carefully opened the door.

When a cobra failed to leap out and bite her in the face, she reached in and turned on the light.

Inside was a fascinating little gem of zoology. Easily Twenty terrariums had been crammed into the tiny closet, filled with meticulously cared-for venomous animals of every shape, size and persuasion. Near the door were the Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ants, gleefully examining and disassembling the Hot dog slice, whose terrarium lid seemed to have been bumped askew by the door at some point. After watching another sentry return, she pushed the lid closed with a snap, before turning her attention to the rest of the Menagerie of Pain.

Whoever had assembled the collection had organized them by care needs- the room had a Hot and Cold side each, as well as Dark and Bright sides, and the animals that needed dry enclosures were at the top, getting progressively damper until the aquariums at the bottom. And so many splendid creatures! Klein-Bottle-Web Spiders! Barking Scorpions!

"...Is that a Sea-Cave Remipede? I didn't know those could be kept in captivity!" Retsu blinked in surprise. Minazuki emerged, fluttering as she peered into the aquariums- and down here-! Orange-cubed octopi! and good grief are those Horned Sea Snails? Brave man whoever keeps these- they have to be hand-fed and if the snail decides to dart his finger instead of the feeder fish he's a goner.

"Never mind that, he's got half the Elapid family up here-" Retsu said, standing on her toes before getting on top of the folding chair in the middle of the room. "Look at that! Morel Snakes, Farter's Sea snake, a Queen Cobra- and this tank's got Vipers- good grief where did he even GET a Lance-de-Fer?"

Look at these things, the look like little plastic toys, or candies! Minazuki chortled as the tank of brightly colored frogs. The devil is this? A ...Pitohui?

The Apparently-Venomous bird whistled at her, intrigued but not alarmed. Something in The Big Tank at the back of the closet splashed, and both Doctor and Zanpaktou turned their attention to it

"A turtle?" Retsu pondered, for the size and shape of the amphibious enclosure, but once her eyes adjusted to the tanks dim light, she and Minazuki stood there for several silent minutes, watching the strange creature paddle about, digging it's beak into the mud at the bottom of it's tank for worms, and surfacing to breathe and rake the long claws of it's webbed feet through its... fur.

..It looks fake. Minazuki finally said, bewildered. I'm watching it move and eat and swim and it looks fake, like some badly taxidermied curio meant to swindle tourists.

"-Not some strange spirit made flesh then?" Retsu said, squinting at the label in the corner of the tank. "Ornithorhynchus paradoxus- it sure is!" She laughed.

Well? What should we do about this? Minazuki waved a flipper to indicate the entire zoo. I'm not sure if we should promote their keeper for his dedication to the study of venom, or if we should fire him for putting his lab next to the neonatal ward.

"Let's see what he has to say for himself." Decided Retsu, moving the folding chair to the middle of the room, re-locking the door, turning the light off, and sitting down.

...You always were one for Dramatics. Sighed Minazuki, settling on the floor beside her and waiting, eye wide in gleeful anticipation

She did not have to wait long before there was the sound of someone running up the stairs, panting, and a carabiner of keys jingling, the door being unlocked and a small, moderately disheveled and scatterbrained-looking young man stepped in, apologizing for being late he couldn't find his boss anywhere-

"-so I had to submit the paperwork for all the research I've been doing with you guys to the drop-box which is hidden on the 7th floor next to urology for some reason but I'm here now and I've got nice juicy crickets and mice for-"

He flicked on the light to find his aforementioned boss sitting in a folding chair, waiting for him like some kind of fucked up ghost.

"-UNOHANA-TAICHO!?"

She regarded his appropriately terrified visage for a moment. "...Yamada, right?"

The young man nodded mutely, still frozen like a better-taxidermied-than-whatever-the-thing-behind-her-was rabbit. "Y- Yes Ma'am. Um. Captain. I'm Hanataro Yamada. Sir."

"...I'll take a cricket, but after you explain what the hell this is." She decided.

"Oh!" he yelped, startled to still be alive. "Well- uh- I actually just submitted the paperwork for the research permissions for this upstairs but the thing is, see, venom is, well, are- they're all terribly biologically active substances, and I was reading your research paper you submitted for your seated officer's proposal about toxic plants and the medicines that could be derived from them because so many medicines are really just poisons, dosed between "fatal to the problem" and "fatal to the patient", and um- well I thought, that's got to be doubly true of venomous animals because venom is meant to cause profound chemical reactions in other animals, so I figured if I could extract, analyze and isolate specific compounds, that there's a lot of new potential drugs and cures lurking in these creature like, um- oh, uh, the Vipers up there kill their prey primarily through the use of fast-acting anticoagulants, which have potential applications in heart disease cures, but the Klein-Bottle-Web spiders work with fast-acting coagulants, produced in the same glands as their silk, so I was hoping to develop bandages that can stop bleeding on a chemical level as well. And- oh! these Sea-cave Remipedes can cause intense hallucinations, which is not ideal when you're scuba-diving in a cave to find them but in smaller doses, it looks like the compounds they produce act as anti-psychotics, and um- oh yeah, the little butter frogs- the yellow ones- yeah, the venom they excrete has got a ton of really interesting anti-inflammatory properties and the bird up there excretes a mild neuroinhibitor and the Platypus- It's an extremely primitive mammal, even moreso than marsupials, and the males- that one is Billy, for Billabong- um, bad pun, don't worry about it-um, it's got these venomous spurs on his hind legs that produce a venom that is a Neuro-enhancer, of all things, as well as a host of anti-microbial compounds that STING if he gets a kick in, but apparently they really only produce them during mating season so I may have to get him a sheila- that's what the guide said the females were called- and. Um. Yeah. That's. Well, I was hoping to get a research grant so I could keep them somewhere a little more secure. and. not right next to the neonatal ward." he sputtered.

Retsu watched him blankly for a second, then held out her hand, expectant.

Yamada looked down at her hand, confused, then, remembering their earlier conversation, cautiously opened up the plastic tub he was clutching and delicately placed a single cricket in her open palm.

Without hesitation, she popped it in her mouth, the crunching audible in the awkward silence of the room as she made up her mind.

"Seventh-Seat Maomao is retiring later this year, and I will need a new Toxicologist." She declared. "If you've been hand-feeding the horned snails, you're brave enough for the job, and if you've figured out a different method, you're smart enough for it. I want all of this packed up and in level 4 Secure onditions by morning, Doctor Yamada." she nodded.

"Th- thank you taicho!" he yelped, Billy The Platypus splashing excitedly. "I look forward to your work, Hanataro." She smiled, and the boy very nearly fainted.

#aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfiction #Retsu Unohana #yamada hanataro

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putukdraws · 5 months

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I forgot to post this last Wasp Wednesday.

#OC #Kablammo

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novafire-is-thinking · 1 year

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Round Three is Ready!

Results are being recorded on this Google Sheet.

It is recommended that you vote on ALL of the matches, but it’s not required. TFwiki is your best friend if you still can’t remember some of these guys. Vibe voting is still valid. Or just listen to the propaganda. Your choice. ;)

Clicking the ‘robot husband poll’ tag to scroll and vote on all of the matches: Fast. Using this post to vote for specific matches: Also fast. Using the opposite method for your objective: Slooow.

This round will run for 24 hours. After it ends, there will be an ODD-ONE-OUT ROUND the same day (Wednesday) in which Swindle (the winner of his match in Round 3) will be pitted against the winner of the current Brainstorm vs. Hoist. Determine which of the two Swindle will steal from.

I will post round four the same day the odd-one-out round ends (Thursday).

Cyclonus vs. Megatron ✧ Rung vs. Whirl

Alpha Trion vs. Misfire ✧ Ratchet vs. Rodimus Prime

Smokescreen vs. Heatwave ✧ Wasp vs. Knockout

Drift vs. Beachcomber ✧ Fireflight vs. Breakdown

Shockwave vs. Cosmos ✧ Skids vs. Ambulon

Soundwave vs. Sideswipe ✧ Ultra Magnus vs. Starscream

Rewind vs. Wheeljack ✧ Blaster vs. Blitzwing

Perceptor vs. Bumblebee ✧ Jazz vs. Swerve

Skyfire vs. Bulkhead ✧ Seaspray vs. Tarantulas

Thundercracker vs. Mixmaster ✧ Brainstorm vs. Hoist

Swindle vs. [winner of Brainstorm vs. Hoist]

#transformers #maccadam #transformers poll #robot husband poll

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peach-and-bugs · 3 years

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Masterlist

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

Ask Box Headcanons and Blurbes

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

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stevenbasic · 1 year

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GITJ Post 307: The Pink Wave, Aftermath

In bed, morning, just waking up. I felt the early November breeze from outside, chilly. For warmth, I nuzzled into the large body that was in there with me.

nnnnghhh….

I began to remember. We’d climaxed together last night, over there on my embarrassingly threadbare couch, her straddling my lap. My head had been buried between her tits and she’d made sure my ears were covered, cupped, before we came. I remember the sound of shattered glass.

Christ almighty. Her screams had broken my window and set off car alarms in the parking lot.

Laying there now, against her, I shuddered.

It was morning, Wednesday after the election, Wednesday after our first real fuck. She, Melissa, my new Office Manager was with me, laying on her side facing the wall in my little bed, and I found myself woken clinging to her as the laughably small ‘big spoon’ pressed into her, facing her sizable back. Thin white sheets pooled around us. My right arm was curled up around her wasp waist and my groin rested in her huge, muscular rear. With my first conscious breath I’d felt myself immediately hardening into her.

Melissa was not awake, at least not yet. I noticed that she was wearing an old t-shirt of mine, thinned and softened by the years, white, a memento from Amherst. She’d obviously found it after I’d passed out underneath her last night. Through it, I could see she was not wearing a bra. For a while I watched, half in awe, as with each breath her lungs expanded her back, slowly, like great bellows, stretching the tee even thinner. Thick dark hair like a mane fell all over our shared pillow in soft waves. I breathed in her shampoo, hardened up some more and found myself unconsciously pushing into her. Still she slept, I think.

More memories, more images from last night on my couch made me shudder again. That was our first intercourse, our first real lovemaking? It had left me, I realized as I explored my thoughts, feeling sorta dirty and submissive and small. It had been quick - drunk on vodka and whatever else BOOM! put in their chocolate martinis, she had been like a woman possessed, needed it right then. Though it should have been a romantic moment it felt more like being fucked by a steam train than anything else. Plus my gender had just lost an emasculating night of elections, and faced an uncertain, tenuous future…that made me feel smaller, more inferior and more meager still. But I had to admit jesus it was unlike any sex I’d ever had. Yes, she was dominant, me the hapless submissive, but it had been like we were made for one another, our bodies working in a symbiotic harmony. I shuddered, there behind her, remembering it. Jesus I’d been like a little cretin. I didn’t want to be this way, I swear! But she had been a woman unleashed, and I had been just clinging to her, holding on. Was this what our intimacy, our lovemaking would be like? I shivered in the dark excitement the idea brought, and remembered it all again, last night…

Her hips - ample and broad - had worked me lithely, athletic. Her arms - strong and resolute - held me tenderly. Her breasts - enveloping mammary mountains - surrounded my face softly. She’d controlled our rhythm, sitting atop me in the dark, and brought me in for the ride. When she came, and I exploded, it was in a torrent. The fluid! I gasped, I remember, feeling her gush around me as she screamed and the window broke. Onto my thin hips and thighs she came, soaking me in a spilling cascade of her juices. Despite the ignominy of my passiveness, I remember the excitement, how I smiled before I passed out below her. I had, even in my meekest efforts, brought her pleasure that fucking shattered glass and brought her to deluge.

In bed, the big spoon, I grew harder still against her butt.

I wanted her, right then. I wanted her to roll over and almost without a word, just some ‘good mornings’ or somesuch, plunge her tongue into my mouth. I wanted the force of her kiss to press my head into the pillow. I wanted her to mount me, cover my body with her weight, to take me again under the covers and make me feel helpless.

I heard myself sigh. She was still sleeping.

Tremulously, I pulled my right arm from around her waist and laid it upon her flank. Running it up, over the muscles of her lats, her teres minor, her infraspinatus, I gulped. The young woman’s body felt almost like a marble statue, except that she was so warm, her skin so soft. It - her perfectly female flesh - just clung to what felt to be impossibly dense musculature beneath. As a physician, I’ve palplated countless bodies in my time, during exams. Never had I felt anything like…this. As her breath rose, I could see the sinews of her back, and as my hand roamed it, across the thin tee shirt, I found the smooth, hard swells of her muscles completely unyielding. She was soft, but iron-hard. My mouth had gone dry.

Gathering more bravery, and seeing that she still slept, that her breaths still came in the same slow, powerful rhythm, I moved my hand from her back, down her lumbar triangle, to her obliques, up the dramatic curve of her gluteus medius, and then - nervously peeling the sheets a bit away - onto the huge expanse of her ass, bare. By god, her hips were easily twice my own width, and the sheer amount of brawn under my trembling hand might rival all I had in my own body. She was massive! And, like the rest of her, it was a smooth layer of feminine softness that overlaid a powerful mountain of muscle. My own breath came in quick rasps now, even as she continued sleeping. This woman was a masterpiece! Sculpted by the gods or who knows what - I didn’t care. She was in bed with fucking me!

Grasping her hip and unable to help myself, I pulled myself again into her. Jesus, this woman could sleep - ! I was not a small guy, down there, and now fully erect. She must be exhausted not to feel this, I thought, not without a little pride, remembering now how it felt to be inside her last night, filling her. God, I’d never been so hard in all my life, and couldn’t help to press in…

…

“You like this, when I take charge, don’t you?” she’d whispered down to me, as she sat atop me on the couch last night, fucking me, holding my hands clamped by the wrist above my head with one hand of hers. My head was not so deep between her breasts that I couldn’t hear, or be seen to nod in acquiescence. Her chuckle, too, I could hear through her chest. “Is that part of it? Why you’re so - ooooo, nnnnngh! - turned on?” she continued, as her hips rolled up and down my length, “Do you like me being the one in control?”

Without stopping the slow thrusts of her hips, she’d used the hand behind my head to turn it up towards her. "You like this, do you?" she breathed softly, smiling as I briefly struggled beneath her, "Like me to be on top, huh?" She then grunted and gave me a hard thrust with her heavy hips. I groaned, and she turned my face back down, into the sweet, smothering darkness of her cleavage. “Yeah, you do. That’s okay…” I heard her say, as she went at me again, fucking me with renewed vigor, “just let mama do all the work.” Tits bounced all around my head as I rested motionless below her. I’d realized how passive I was being, and that only brought on my climax quicker. She’d sensed it, she’d known right when I was going to come, and her own orgasm came right on its heels.

“Yes, baby, YES!” she’d screamed, and that’s when I heard the walls first shake. “COME!” she boomed, shattering the window and bringing on the chorus of alarms…

…

I was at this point absolutely rutting into her enormous ass as she slept. What was happening to me!? I couldn’t help myself. My face was buried in her back, and I was…fuck…I was…No, I can’t do this! She’s…she’s sleeping!

Nngnh nnghhh ngnnghhghh…

oh ffffuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk…….noooooo….

…

…thank god I hadn’t seen her little smile.

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coqotheclown · 9 months

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An old Wasp Wednesday post for a friend Louie Kablooey -wheeze-

#Wasp #Wednesday #Louie #Kablooey #Waspsarenotevil

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taking-thyme · 2 years

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🜁 Air Witch Guide 🜁

Requested by the lovely @wonderfulmangotea, who wanted more elements to accompany my Fire Witch and Water Witch posts. I hope it’s as good as those ones :)

Air Correspondences

🎐 Represents: The Mind, Intelligence, Communication, Telepathy, Psychic Powers, Inspiration, Imagination, Ideas, Knowledge, Dreams and Wishes, Divination, Thought, Mental Power, Astral, Clairvoyance/Psychic Abilities, Travel, Creation, Creativity, Inspiration, Freedom, Joy and Happiness, Laughter, New Beginnings, Change, Teaching and Learning, Dreams

🎐 Colors: Yellow, Blue, Sky Blue, Silver, White, Lavender/Light Purple, Gray, Turquoise and Violet

🎐 Gender: Masculine

🎐 Direction: East

🎐 Energy: Projective

🎐 Pentagram Placement: Upper Left

🎐 Day: Wednesday

🎐 Time: Dawn

🎐 Moon Phase: Crescent

🎐 Chakra: Heart Chakra

🎐 Life Cycle: Childhood

🎐 Season: Spring

🎐 Zodiac Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

🎐 Tarot Suit: Swords

🎐 Major Arcana: The Fool, The Magician, The Lovers, The Star, Temperance, The Hermit

🎐 Senses: Smell, Hearing

🎐 Incense: Lilac, Myrrh, Orange, Peppermint, Pine

🎐 Stones: Topaz, Pumice, Amethyst, Alexandrite, Mica, Fluorite, Turquoise, Diamond, Quartz, Aventurine, Azurite, Goldstone, Celestite, Citrine, Dream Quartz, Aura Quartz, Fuchsite, Lapis Lazuli, Glass Crystals/Marbles

🎐 Metals: Iron, Tin, Copper, Aluminum

🎐 Plants: Acacia, (Gum) Arabic, Alder, Almond, Alyssum, Anise, Apricot, Aspen, Baby’s Breath, Bamboo, Benzoin, Bergamot Mint, Bluebell, Citron, Cottonwood, Dandelion, Endive, Eucalyptus, Eyebright, Goldenrod, Hazel, Lavender, Lemon, Lemon Grass, Lemon Verbena, Lilac, Lungwort, Mace, Marjoram, (Gum) Mastic, Mistletoe, Nutmeg, Olive, Oregano, Parsley, Peach, Pecan, Peppermint, Pine, Pistachio, Rice, Sage, Star Anise, Snow Pea, Sweet Pea, Tangerine and Willow

(research plants, herbs and trees before burning, ingesting or using on skin for some are toxic and even lethal)

🎐 Animals: Birds of all Kinds, Hawk, Eagle, Owl, Moth, Butterfly, Bat, Dragonfly, Spider, Crickets, Bees, Wasps, Most Flying Insects, Horses

🎐 Mythical Creatures and Spirits: Pegasus, Griffon, Hippogriff, Sylph, Zephyr, Fairies, Angels, Sirens, Harpies, Gremlin, Garuda, Winged Unicorns, Thunderbird, Most flying creatures/beasts, Most/all Dream related entities

🎐 Instruments: Flute, Panpipes, French Horns, Oboes, Wind Instruments

🎐 Ritual Tools: Athame and Knives, Bells, Besoms and Brooms, Books and Journals, Breath, Brushes, Cotton and Cotton Balls, Dowsing Rods/Poles, Dream Journals, Dream Sachets, Fans, Feathers, Incense, Knots, Masks, Mirrors, Music and Musical Instruments, Needle and Thread, Pendulums, Poetry and Written Word, Reflective Objects/Reflections, Ribbons, Smoke, Song/Voice, Swords, Wands, Whistles, Wind chimes

🎐 The Body: Mind/Brain, Head, Nose, Lungs, Throat, Ears, Hair

🎐 Air-related Magic: Art, Written, Verbal/Spoken, Dream Work, Astral, Song/Music, Storm and Weather, Flying, Illusion, Glamors, Mirror and Divination, Incense

Types of Air and their Ritual Uses

🌬️ Breath: Use for meditation, to cleanse or “breathe life” into an object and charge it. Often associated with life and the soul, and therefore can represent Spirit.

🌬️ Breeze: A distinctly light and gentle wind. Use to send and receive messages, remove negativity from yourself and others, become more gentle and constant, or in spells that require something to be gently removed from your life. Whisper wishes when a breeze passes by to send it to the universe.

🌬️ Tornado/Hurricane Winds: Use to remove curses, banish abusers and bad habits, curses and to drive away negativity or gossip.

🌬️ Wind: Use to carry spell remains and energy away, carry messages to the universe, cleanse objects and people, speed up spells, or add a chaotic element to banishing spells.

Deities for Air Witches

🌬️ Hermes

Culture: Greek

God/Goddess of: Messenger of the God, Heraldry, Omens, Animal Husbandry, Poetry and Fables, Trade, Travel, Boundaries, Thieves, Wit, Language, Education, Psychopomp

Offerings: Wine, Olive Oil, Water, Strawberries, Foreign Foods and Items, Honey, Water, Fruit, Chocolate, Wheat, Lemons, Almonds, Cinnamon, Coins, Dice, Beer, Meat, Chamomile Tea, Pineapple, Bread, Milk mixed with honey

🌬️ Arianrhod

Culture: Celtic

God/Goddess of: Fertility, Fate, Reincarnation, Beauty, Difficulties

Offerings: Silver Coins, White Candles, Wheat, Fruits, Home-cooked meals, Salads, Wine, Water, Hot Teas, Smoothies, Study the Constellations and the Zodiac

🌬️ Rhiannon

Culture: Welsh

God/Goddess of: The Moon, Horses, Songbirds, Wind, Gates and Horseshoes

Offerings: Soft-sounding Music, A white candle with the number 7 carved into it, White Flowers, Apples, Willow, Ivy, Evergreens, Caring for Horses, Caring for Dogs, Studying liminal spaces and astral work

🌬️ Nut

Culture: Egyptian

God/Goddess of: Night

Offerings: Milk, Cool Water, Star-shaped Foods, Blue Goldstone, Blue Flowers

🌬️ Thoth

Culture: Egyptian

God/Goddess of: Knowledge, Wisdom, Writing, Mathematics, Science, Magic, Truth, Integrity, Time, The Moon

Offerings: Black Tea, Water, Honey, Blackberries, Apricots, Salmon or Tuna, Oranges (and orange-flavored things), Walnuts or Cashews, Quills, Fountain Pens, Leather-bound Books and Journals, Books you think he’d enjoy, Silver, Poetry, Dark Chocolate, Whiskey, Gin, Mead, Mint Tea, Moon Water

🌬️ Odin

Culture: Norse

God/Goddess of: Wisdom, Healing, Death, Royalty, The Gallows, Frenzy, Knowledge, War, Battle, Victory, Sorcery, Poetry and The Runic Alphabet

Offerings: Red Wine, Mead, Beer and Ale, Quality Alcohol, Whiskey, Smoked Salmon, Red Meat, Beef, Leeks, Asparagus, Garlic, Honey

🌬️ Nyx

Culture: Greek

God/Goddess of: Night

Offerings: Milk, Black Coffee or Tea, Dark Chocolate, Silver Jewelry, Dragon Fruit, Dew gathered before the run rises, Wine, Dark Beer or Liquors, Starry and Celestial Items

🌬️ The Morrigan

Culture: Celtic

God/Goddess of: Magic, Battle, Life and Death, Sovereignty, Fresh water, Prophecy, Fate

Offerings: Red Meat, Red Wine poured into the ground, Apples, Mead, Milk, Whiskey, Mead, Storm Water, Crow Feathers, Knives and Daggers, Artwork

Common Signs of an Air Witch

🍃 You LOVE to study and make art

🍃 You’re very creative and free-spirited

🍃 You believe communication is key to a good life and are good at communicating with others

🍃 You are open-minded, caring and non-judgemental

🍃 You’re very intelligent and a free spirit

🍃 You have a fast metabolism and are very agile and active

🍃 You get stuck in your head and daydream a lot

🍃 You suffer from: skin dryness, blood pressure problems, lung disorders, dry cough, bloating, constipation, lethargy, insomnia, muscular spasms, depression

Ways to bond with Air

🍃 Go cloud watching

🍃 Spend time around birds

🍃 Open the windows and get some fresh air

🍃 Breathing meditations

🍃 Listen to wind chimes

🍃 Practice mindfulness

🍃 Use incense

🍃 Go with the flow

🍃 Sit outside during a windy day

🍃 When you go outside, try to notice what direction the wind is blowing

#long post #air witch #air element #air elemental #elemental witch #elemental witchcraft #air #witch #witches #witchcraft #baby witch #witch tips #witchblr

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feralbutfluffy · 8 months

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17: Crowley

It had to be said that as far as Wednesdays went, this was definitely going down as one of Crowley’s least favourite so far.

Which was saying something, considering how long he’d been around.

He supposed he'd had it coming. With Aziraphale taking up his new post in Heaven, Crowley had chosen not to keep up with events Upstairs. He’d kept the lines of communication with Hell open just enough for them to still bother paying his expenses, but he'd kept Heaven completely, purposefully, off his radar. Other than his meetings with Muriel (who he had privately decided was less of an angelic weed and more of an invasive species) he had decided he was done with the whole lot.

Muriel's saving grace was that Crowley considered it frankly unethical of Heaven to have dumped them here on Earth without so much as a guide book. He still remembered the steep learning curve of his first months on Earth, and that was back when things had been simple; only two humans, a lush garden, not much going on... Muriel was a sitting duck in comparison.

And he'd always had a fondness for ducks.

All of this to say that since Aziraphale had left London, he had steered clear of any updates on Heavenly activity of any sort. He hadn't kept his ear to the ground - or to the sky - for news of celestial machinations. He'd studiously avoided any and all information about what was going on Upstairs. Muriel was his only surviving link to Heaven and, if truth be told, they were a tenuous link at best.

So imagine his surprise when he was woken at an offensively early hour of the morning by an angel who was most decidedly not Muriel.

He squinted at the complete stranger by his bedside. Hard to miss, angels. Even when tried to blend in on Earth they still somehow managed to look like the most crushing bores. This one wore a pale cream suit and the expression of a bulldog chewing a wasp.

A loud smashing sounded from somewhere inside the flat.

There were others.

He willed his body to stay relaxed, even as his mind raced.

“Morning,” he said coolly.

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Rest of the chapter is here (TW for violence)

Click here to start at the beginning!

#good omens fic #good omens #ineffable #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable idiots #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic rec #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands fic #crowley and aziraphale #good omens crowley

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woodlnds · 9 months

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going to start doing wasp-posting-wednesdays from now on!! I’m glad everyone else loves the spicy sky raisins as much as I do <3

#starting tomorrow ofc!#hehe #wasp-posting-wednesday #entomology #bugblr

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vrgssmncht · 1 year

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It keep on raining today so... Here's my recap of INVERTEFEST✨🪲 day 3 at Bogor Botanical Gardens!!

Yesterday was raining so much too but hell the change of scenery made me more enthusiastic of what I could find!

First I met with my partner and admiring some bracket mushroom when we found the first bugs! Never saw these kinds before! They're Eumorphus marginatus

After that, unrelated to bugs, kinda, but my local botanical gardens apparently has opened a new shiny NEPENTHES garden and it's just- the best new thing they have omg

They have a good collection of nephentes from Sumatra, Java, and Kalimantan (Borneo) while ALSO have Dorsera, Venus flytrap, and those American pitcher plants which is so cool of them my serotonin level is so high and still is it's the first time I ever seen them directly omgomg

Not only that, they also have information boards regarding where they came from, their functions, and other cool stuff! Thought most of the time you need to swipe water droplets off it cuz every so often the cool af water mist machine™ here's a pic of one of the board and me being absolutely thrilled with the water that came sprinkling down

After all that we continue our journey to the lake so I can find some aquatic bugs. It was not so successful though for the rain made it harder for me to focus to find bugs, I found some of these guys tho..

A water strider that actually kinda staying still as I took some pictures, a hell lot of dragonfly, a bee, apple snails (probably), and that little plant hopper in hell of a large group which eaten the aquatic plants..

Right after we decided to walk through the densely forested area to find more bugs which we did! lotsa little fella and this very cool coin spider and a skink!

dude's having lunch

skink guy

we also went to see the aquatic plants section, not very cool actually..

found an orange cranefly, some butterflies, snails fonicating.. though I found this small wasp nest with little wasps snuggling in it. their nest really camouflaged well to the background I'm impressed

Fast forward, walked far to see the orchidarium, it opens on wednesday, wack, we found bugs along the way and this carpenter bee though which was not wack.

Alas, we decided to go to the herb garden instead, which was also closed, so we just stroll around looking for bugs.. and bugs we did found!

even this very cool cicada molt which is my goal going there at the first place! great day great bugs!

man this is such a long post thank you for reading this far! 10/10 would do this again!

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hp-bodiceripper · 2 years

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HP Bodice Ripper: Week 2

This is our second and LAST roundup. We will publish the masterlist of all wonderful works on Wednesday.

Our second week brought you cottagecore softness, sweeping adventure and heartpounding smut. Our amazing creators gave you gifted violinists and gentle werewolves, naughty professors and stabby pirates, magical ecologists and pirates with a heart of gold, beekeepers and, yes, pirates. So many pirates (oh my).

We hope you are as delighted with the wonderful creations as we are. Thank you for all the kudos and comments and screaming in the tags.

Here are all works from week two in reverse posting order: 7 stories, 2 art works and 1 recording.

[fic🖋] Good Boy by @lqtraintracks / lq_traintracks

(Harry/Draco, Explicit, 15k)

This is a love story between a trans lad and his werewolf boyfriend. It’s about loving someone in their very furry entirety. It’s about being your true self and loving that self. It’s about getting absolutely railed.

pa.lo.ma says about this: ""Screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet and throwing my phone onto my bed like a touchdown football and kudos and kudos and kudos and scrolling back to reread from the top!!!""

Prufrock30 says about this: "How did you make it's so filthy and so heartwarming at the same time. Like how. Just. God."

[fic🖋] Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites / skeptique

(Harry/Draco, Mature, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

goblinmatriarch says about this: "Light and fizzy, like if a fic could be a champagne, this fic is champagne"

milkandhoney says about this: You always have such fun and thoughtful world building in your fics — you create an entire life for each character in just a few sentences

[fic🖋] Heaven is a Pirate Ship by @vitaminpops / vitaminpops

(Bellatrix/Hermione, Explicit, 34k)

Hermione's being shipped off into an unhappy marriage when the most incompetent pirate crew captures her. Featuring: one trigger-happy but sexy pirate, a dysfunctional father-son relationship, a general absence of morals, and the many uses of knives.

SandwichBandit says about this: "Most importantly, Pirate AU <3 Its what I always wanted."

sleepstxtic says about this: "I just read the first paragraph and I am ALREADY OBSESSED."

[art🎨] My Life as a Butterfly by @digthewriter / digthewriter

(Harry/Draco, General Audiences, Digital Art)

A second chance at first love.

sleepstxtic says about this: "I love the texture to your art and the way the colours just pop."

porcelainsalt says about this: "I love the composition and framing and your colours especially!"

[fic🖋] wasps and honey by @vocative / vocatives

(Hermione/Narcissa, Mature, 10k)

After ten years on parole in the Muggle world, newly widowed Narcissa Black is finally allowed to do magic again — as long as she can complete all the spells on the Ministry course list. Her Ministry of Magic representative? Hermione Granger.

Babooshk_art says about this: "Oh my god this was so beautiful!!! The tag “cottagecore Narcissa” snagged me, and when I started reading I could not put it down. How gorgeous, how descriptive, how cozy, how sexy!!!!!!"

Ironicfury says about this: "I love it, and CottageCoreLesbian!Narcissa is something I never realized I needed this much."

[podfic 🎵] Still Warm, Still Warm by @ghaniblue / acari

(Harry/Draco, General Audiences, Podfic lenght: 30 - 45 min)

The oranges ripened and grew heavy; the branches dipped under their weight. They picked some for breakfast every morning: Harry twisting the fruit off with a snap, Draco carefully tugging each one off. Harry peeled an orange and handed a wedge to Draco. Their fingers grazed, and Draco took it. The tender flesh; if he pressed just a little harder with his fingers, it would burst into a juicy mess. Harry is up to something. Why else would he keep giving Draco presents?

Flutesong says about this: "Utterly lovely story and beautifully read."

mystisblom says about this: "This is great. Her voice is soothing and pulls you right into the story. 10/10"

[fic🖋] Your Majesty by @cluelesspigeons / Clueless_Pigeons

(Harry/Draco, Explicit, 17k)

Draco's bored. Ever since he's become King, he hasn't done anything apart from being stuck in assemblies and meetings. He yearns for a life with adventure and excitement. So, when a group of pirates start raiding the villages of his Kingdom, Draco sees the perfect opportunity to escape his duties as a King for a little while. After all, there isn't much that could go wrong. Right?

Horizon_moon_eclipse says about this: "So visual and Harry is a delight!"

zammex says about this: "I would love to read 100k more words about them. Loved it!!"

[fic🖋] The Sun in Summer (Presto Pizzicato) by @cannibalschism / Cannibalschism

(Harry/Draco, Explicit, 90k)

Harry Potter is an orphan. Everyone knows this, him most of all. Taken in by the agoraphobic and ancient Dowager Viscountess Cassiopeia Black, Harry's musical aptitude was evident even from a young age. He has trained all his life to perform in front of a noble audience and step upon the shoulders of giants. To be known for his accomplishment and skill. To be great. And he will do anything to achieve that goal. Draco Malfoy is an orphan. He hasn't been as such for very long, however. Known as the Instrumenteur, Draco runs a modest shoppe in lower Diagon Alley where he creates and repairs musical instruments. The Viscountess Cassiopeia Black stole everything from him the night of his parents' fatal accident. When Harry Potter, the orphan that wretched woman took in even as she cast out her own blood, proposes the most ludicrous of schemes that might just get Draco his stolen title and life back, who is he to decline? In a time of galas, secrets, corsets, and symphonies, can love prevail over all else?

crazybutgood says about this: “omg I'm absolutely living for this. the drama! the tension! the feelings!!!! so so good”

melcarrianna says about this: "I was nothing less than completely enchanted the whole time. I adored Harry and Draco and your use of language was intoxicating (it’s also a hard yes to Draco in a corset any day.)"

[art🎨] the pirate and his gentleman by @babooshkart / babooshk_art

(Harry/Draco, General Audiences, Digital Art)

Life as the most feared pirate on the high seas has lost some of its luster for Harry Potter. He's done it all: found buried treasure, escaped the English navy, cut off toes. He's even added a couple of noses to Pansy's Nose Jar. But nonetheless Harry wants something more. He just wasn't expecting to find it in the form of Draco Malfoy, Gentleman Pirate.

lq_traintracks says about this: "This is such an homage to Drarry, to OFMD, to T4T, to romance novel covers, all of it!"

PalenDrome says about this: “I grew up reading nearly as many Harlequin-type romance novels as I have fanfic. This grabbed me immediately--the wink to those incredible covers is recognizable, but it's also so fabulously Drarry and totally your style”

[fic🖋] A Studious Romp by @articcat621 / articcat621

(Pansy/Hermione, Explicit, 1k)

Hermione and Pansy get assigned to work together on their next Chemistry project.

lq_traintracks says about this: "That was super hot!!! I love how thirsty they were for it once one of them gave the indication. Well done!"

lumosatnight says about this: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Library sex is the best sex. They had such great chemistry (heh) in this!

#hpbodiceripper #hpbodiceripper2022 #bellamione #cissamione #drarry podfic #week 2 #mod post #pansmione #drarry #hp podfic #masterlist

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About Hiveclan

Hiveclan is, more than anything else, a Clan united by survivor's guilt and trauma. Relationships in the clan will be unhealthy, toxic, codependent, obsessive. Leadership will be rife with paranoia. Medicine cats will find signs in every nightmare and suspicious shadow. Warriors are paranoid and easily started; fight or flight rules over thought. Elder's tell horror stories from their lives, and kits and apprentices internalize these horrors.

Ideals

Hiveclan values a few things in a cat;

Awareness (paranoia)

Compassion (an attachment and reliance on their Clanmates that borders on, if not being outright, codependency)

Wisdom (oversharing their traumas to the young and naive of the Clan)

Rules for Gameplay

All loners/rogues/strays are welcome to join the Clan (must be given some form of tragic or harrowing backstory if they choose to join)

Warriors names will be Southeast USA fauna and flora focused; heavy lean on bugs for name themes.

All encounters with other Clans will be ignored; Hiveclan is, for now, alone. Isolated.

All encounters with dogs will be focused on by the Clan founders, mark as major lore events.

Territory

Hiveclan lives in rolling foothills with tall grass, bordered on one side by wetland. The hills are full of wild flowers, and thus many ground hives for bees and wasps. Hiveclan, with their ever strained ears, have learned how to avoid the deep hums of these terrestrial dwellings- something they pray is to their advantage in the event of another invasion.

(Edit later with territory and camp maps)

Update Process

Every 3 moons, take note of any interesting going ons. Use these updates to inspire short stories and drawings until motivation and inspiration are out. Repeat the process. Updates will not be strictly game only text and will be interspersed with personal head canons for more specificity. Post schedule rn (after Jan 1 2024) is 1 journal and 1 piece of art on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

#Hiveclan #clangen #clangen: Hiveclan #cats #warriors #warrior cats #writing

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TWITL - week 42 - back to the grind

I almost called this entry "earthquake weather" because we had a 4.2 magnitude earthquake on Wednesday and it was a JOLTER. According to the USGS page for this one, the quake's epicenter was 5 km SW of Isleton. We felt it here in Brentwood because we're pretty close. Chatting with my cousins, they didn't feel it. I definitely felt it. My work station moved. Maybe the whole building moved. It was short but WILD. I think my nerves were a little frayed afterwards but it really wasn't that bad. https://flic.kr/p/2pa9Ajx the alert that came right after the earthquake ended... The emergency alert sounded on my phones right after the earthquake ended. If the earthquake had been longer, then the alert would have probably happened during rather than after. For me, it was like, "Yeah, no kidding," but I'm sure the rest of the Bay Area was like, "What? I don't feel anything." :P https://flic.kr/p/2paSFhE farmers market yummy - corn in a cup We checked out the farmers market yesterday and it was cool enough (in the shady breeze) to wear a sweatshirt (albeit with shorts). So lovely! I was able to get my corn in a cup and we sat in the patio of our favorite bar and people watched. I love our moments at farmers market because it seems like such an ordinary kind of moment yet it's perfect in its simple contentment. https://flic.kr/p/2paQRQV After our time downtown, we headed to Tailgaters for lunch. The bar was a bit quiet with college football playing on all the tv screens. A few people came in while we were there. I had yummy fish and chips with my Angry Orchard cider. https://flic.kr/p/2paQSgz TV Silo - We binged watched this show and it was good! Super interesting and very well done. I'm glad to see that there will be a second season because I want to know more! I might want to read the books. We'll see. Loki - Another good episode, finally bringing us to the end credit scene from Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania. I'm enjoying the second season episodes so far and I'm always ready to watch the next one. https://flic.kr/p/2paTgu3 RUGBY WORLD CUP - The All Blacks will be facing the Springboks in the Rugby World Cup final next Saturday!!! I was obviously cheering for the All Blacks in their match against Argentina (even though I had cheered for Los Pumas last week in their match against Wales). So happy the All Blacks won! And then it was South Africa against England and I was of course cheering for the reigning world champs. But now that it's New Zealand vs South Africa, my alliance goes to the All Blacks. I'm excited! It's like a super sized Rugby Championship! (IYKYK) https://flic.kr/p/2paLhLn WRITING I don't know how ready I am for National Novel Writing Month. I really need to figure out what my female character does for a living! I know she works in an office and maybe I'm floating the idea of her being a copy editor or something? I'm still not sure and it's stressing me out a little bit. And now I just thought, maybe I should totally switch what they do and make HER the photographer and him the one who works in the office. Why do I do this to myself?! :P I should probably sit down after I post this and get my characters situated in their work lives even though their work lives are secondary to the story. It's a romance, after all. Yes, a romance. They're easiest for me to write and get to that 50k words goal. https://flic.kr/p/2paQRJ7 Sometimes I wish I didn't have this need to self-censor myself in regards to things that might be going on around me. I worry too much that someone might read what I post (do people even read this) and they might realize I'm talking about them, even if I don't mention them by name. Yet if I'm compelled to share with my friends IRL, then why don't I write about it to this place, which should be my safe space? The consequences aren't worth the risk. Also, I'm not clever enough to take away the specifics and make it vague and general. Ah well, better this way, I suppose. Random thoughts: - Don't be a creeper. Just DON'T. - Our union ratified the latest contract. Good for us! - I dreamt about taking photos of a backyard and Jack Whitehall was there. Why Jack? - I told my favorite tech YouTuber (via a comment to a Threads post) that the husband calls me "Captain 2 Phones" and he replied that it's a proud nickname to wear it well. Will do OG Captain2Phones! - I need to stop shopping, even just window shopping. https://flic.kr/p/2paSiTX Social handles: - Threads - @kiari - Spoutible - @valerie - Bluesky - @kiari You know, if you're curious... Read the full article

#allblacks #nanowrimo #rugby #techfreakchick #writing

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WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (Bounties)

Here are two related scenes from early chapters of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting hopefully by Friday 7/28.

3 FESSURAN 835 PD

“I have encountered some ‘inspiration’ to improve on my work. Acquire some specimens for me.”

The man picked up a slip of paper with scribbled notes. “How many?”

“An initial set of twenty will do for now. Ten thousand gold for living subjects. One thousand for remains. I anticipate that obtaining survivors will be implausible, considering their abilities. However, I will take any live ones you can find.”

“Is there a deadline?”

“Preferably as quickly as possible, though there is no particular end date. To encourage expediency, hint that the bounty will be reduced as more subjects are obtained.”

“Any other conditions?”

“Unspoiled. Deduct from the pay for lost limbs, severe damage, et cetera. Use your discretion.”

“Very well. I will get word out to the appropriate channels immediately.”

“Be sure to keep this anonymous. They are all dissidents, but with this new war, there is no need to risk further social upset. A quiet purge of the more heretical Julous remnants is best.”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Find more on that one from today. He had a team as well—look into them, especially the Xhorhasian.”

“Yes, Archmage.”

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17 CUERSAAR 835 PD

Bull wasps were such an interesting species. Other than the usual diet of pollen and fruit, the aggressive insects also hunted. In addition to spiders and insects, they used mandibles to cut into corpses and harvest flesh from within, feeding the next generation on the fallen. They had an uncanny memory for faces, recognizing their foes and attacking without hesitation.

However, bull wasps preferred live prey. An apt symbol for the Archmage of Dysology.

Master Doolan Tversky had lived nearly two-hundred years by now, and the clever gnome had never quite grown out of her enjoyment of pulling things apart. Tversky was responsible for researching arcane biological threats to the Empire. Biological weapons were rampant in the prior age, and her research into the monstrosities of Molaesmyr, Shattengrod, and Xhorhas ensured the safety of Western Wynandir.

At least, that was the explanation provided to the Crown so that its representatives would stop asking annoying questions when the Cerberus Assembly took steps to understand such magics.

And now, the Assembly had provided a project far more intriguing than mutated and extraplanar monsters. A domestic threat, long tolerated because of their usefulness in eradicating fiends, undead, and fey without cost to those in power. Simple, non-magical mortals capable of using their blood to evoke enchantments. How intriguing such a weapon would be in the Assembly’s hands. How dangerous it would be in the Crown’s. How profitable it would be in the Myriad’s.

How fortuitous it would be in Tversky’s.

The operating room was too crowded, but there was no helping it. They had to work quickly in light of the unnaturally rapid onset of postmortem decay. Dozens of assistants, dressed head to toe in medical gowns, face masks, and hair nets shifted about five tables busily, like wasps tending to their queen’s commands as they prepared the dead for processing.

Tversky stood atop a floating disk and looked down at the corpse before her. She began dictating while an enchanted quill rapidly took down notes. “The date is the 17th of Cuersaar, 835 post-divergence. Subject number 21 is an adolescent human, estimated fifteen years of age, approximately five-foot-four-inches tall, weight one-hundred-fifty-one pounds, no remarkable identifying features other than numerous inch-long scars on the right palm.”

The other teams called out their confirmation of the same scars on their subjects. One of the assistants was sketching the hand and scars in case the arrangement was relevant. Another inspecting the skin raised their hand.

“Master Tversky, there are small scars on the outside of each upper leg,” the woman noted. “They resemble hyper-pigmentation spots. Same position, each approximately equidistant from the hip and knee.”

“Subjects 5, 13, 20, 29: confirm,” Tversky droned as she moved to inspect the scars herself. It would have been easy to miss if they had not matched. Within seconds, four more voices replied to confirm their subjects shared the same marks.

“Subject 20 has similar marks on upper arms, also equidistant from shoulder and elbow,” a man called from another table in the operating theater. Without instruction, another voice confirmed the same for subject 29. Tversky checked the human before her; indeed, there were two matching scars on his arms. She made a verbal note, her quill dutifully recording.

“Subject 29 also has matching marks on hips,” a woman added. No one else confirmed. This human did not have that set either. Odd. The larger subjects had more marks.

Interesting.

“Gather records of control subjects of the same race and sex for comparison,” Tversky instructed. An aid standing by made a note and disappeared out of the operating theater. “The rest of you, I expect careful dissection of each section bearing those matching scars. Continue.”

The others droned in the background as the teams shifted around their subjects and dictated their own reports. Buzzing insects hovering as they collected information.

“Subject 21 was deceased upon arrival, reportedly due to resisting arrest…” Tversky continued narrating as she inspected the wounds. Severe contusions on a right broken arm—the blow of a blunt weapon. Burns on the face, likely from some magical attack. But the lethal strike had been a large laceration across the neck, severing major arteries, destroying the windpipe, and damaging the spine in a single strike. Bounty hunters were so indelicate with her subjects. Her assistants were much more adept at pulling the subject apart to understand them.

The pungent smell of rotten meat and sharp sweetness filled the air as they began to cut. The face masks hardly blocked anything, but there was no avoiding it. The work continued rapidly, a well-choreographed dance while voices hummed, flat and on numerous registers.

Limb by limb. Organ by organ. Piece by piece.

“Master Tversky, there appears to be no alterations to the blood,” a man called from behind.

Tversky frowned and shifted her hovering platform over to the machines behind the operating table. The assistant stepped back from an apparatus with a small monoscope aimed at a blood sample held before it. She looked through the lens and was disappointed to find normal cells magnified in her view. Nothing strange about the blood. No altered structure. No unexpected developments. No arcane glow. No hint of magical taint.

That couldn’t be right. How could these cultists use blood as a component for magical enchantments if the blood itself did not carry any power? Perhaps the blood itself was not the source of the magic, but merely a conduit. Or perhaps the effect only lingered while the subjects lived. Could the act of sacrifice have meaning? There was only one school of magic that operated on such rules.

Necromancy.

To think the Assembly had allowed the Claret Orders to operate within the Empire for so long, and this was what they had been up to. The Martinet would want to hear of this. Such power could not be trusted outside the Assembly’s control.

Tversky looked back at the dissected corpses, each attended by several assistants who were carefully cataloguing their findings. A dragonborn, two humans, a gnome, and a dwarf, so it was not specific to race. These particular subjects were seen casting spells, but others were not. So far, she had categorized them into four potential groups, and they all could invoke those weapon enchantments, so that had nothing to do with their other magical capabilities.

Even more confounding: most had been carrying marks or talismans of the Raven Queen. That goddess abhorred necromancy—rather, so the clergy claimed. Could it be that perhaps these cultists were intentionally offending her? Or was it that the common understanding of her followers was subterfuge?

Perhaps those ties should be confirmed before informing the Martinet. After all, he had a habit of disproportionately weighing theories of the gods’ machinations. Tversky preferred to follow clues to their logical conclusions. At least, at first.

Tversky waved her quill over and used it to begin scribbling notes by hand. Even if the blood itself was not magically imbued, there was some significance to the spellcasting. The Orders called themselves “blood hunters” after all. She would need to test it properly to establish what sort of component it was. Perhaps infusing test subjects with the blood would yield something interesting. She rapidly wrote a note for her subordinates, which folded into a wasp and flew out the door.

What else? Those short-sighted Cobalt Soul idiots could be sitting on something useful. They were close-minded morons, but they were still adept at hoarding niche information. Tversky’s subordinates would not be able to access any of it because of the organization’s ridiculous ban. She scribbled another note to Baroness Iresor, the paper rapidly transforming and on its way. That young woman was lazy and distractable, but she had a knack for getting information that was otherwise off limits.

“We are ready to proceed, Master Tversky,” one of the aids called.

Tversky sighed. Right. Next were the bones. She returned to her position by the subject, now carved open with several assistants recording their own notes by dictation as they readied their instruments.

“Proceed, then,” Tversky instructed. The sound of snaps and cracks soon filled the air as needles and blades carved into the remains.

Those cretins had better find a live subject soon. Tversky was bored already.

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